The thing I hate and love about travel is the moments. Those precise pieces of time where you stand and recognize that this, right here, right now, is a moment you never want to forget.
And yet in a way, it’s impossible to ever really remember them at all.
It’s when you feel inspired, or touched, or amazed, and you’re hit with a sudden understanding that only comes unexpected and unasked for. And you want to grip onto that moment, hold onto desperately – burn it into your memory so you never, ever forget what it feels like to be, in this exact place, this exact feeling. It’s both beautiful and sad, and the more we know we are going to forget, the more desperate we become to remember. Or if we can’t remember, then just to draw out the moment. To make it last as long as possible. To feel every heartbeat, until the moment is no longer.
And then we wait for the next one.
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